Tim tilt his head back in annoyance. "I'm part of the richest family in Gotham. Gotham. We have a plan for when someone tries to kidnap us, you know." He scowled at the man briefly. "And before you ask, no, I don't know what the other family member's plans are. We keep that from each other for a reason. We're not stupid."
"So you're not." The man leaned forward. "Do you want me to test taste this to assure you it's not poisoned, then?"
Tim swiped it away (after an appropriate delayed reaction), giving the Hydra agent another annoyed look before taking a drink. "Palatable," he noted. "You couldn't keep me safe at some better accommodations?"
"In time. We were hoping to discuss matters with you first."
"Well." Tim made a motion upward with his hand. A get-on-with-it motion. "Since my morning's already shot, sure, why not. What do you have to say?"
The man flipped through his file. "Timothy Drake, born to Jack and Janet Drake. Top of your class, with highest honors, recently graduated magna cum laude. Highly intelligent. Beyond that even. Some guess that you are gifted, if the businesses wanting to vet you are any indication."
"And not eager to be vetted by another," Tim shot out.
The man paused, raising his brows and seeming to decide on a different course in his tactics. "Mother died when you were a young teen, and your father was put in a coma. You were taken in by a neighbor until your father recovered. Ah... and here it's evident that your mother was the financially savvy one. Your father came out of his coma and proceeded to squander all the family resources. By time he died, causation of his riskier endeavors, you were the only living relative left destitute, in debt, and about to be homeless as the family manor was set to be auctioned."
Tim looked away, pulling in an irritated breath through his nose, as though the topic made him uncomfortable. It didn't. It was just the facts.
"But you're a clever one. You're smart enough to know how to get into people's graces, and Bruce Wayne had lost a ward recently. The richest man in Gotham, and you were in a perfect position to inherit, especially since his first ward had, and still seems to have, zero interest in his fortune. Were, being the key word." Tim shot the man an annoyed look, shuffling in his chair as he went on. "That was until Bruce's love child showed up from nowhere. Genetic testing confirmed, his father's immediate attention gained and..." He flopped the file onto the table between them. Tim did't look at it, instead giving him a dark look. His hands spread, small smile on his face. "All that possible inheritance gone. Potential, down the drain." He pointed at Tim while taking a seat. "But you, you're a worker. You could have float by on Bruce Wayne's coattails and lived it easy, but it's not your style, is it? You have ambitions, things you could accomplish and be known for. The ladder is before you, and even though they've insultingly started you from the bottom wrung of it, you can show them. You have the means to be at the top of it all, smart enough to guide where all the pieces go, but... for a few obstacles."
These guys... They don't know how to not project. They figure my means would be similar to theirs. That's fine to let them believe that. Hm, and only a few people know I'm going to be interning. They got people inside Wayne Enterprises. Problematic. Means they know Damian and I aren't chummy.